ge PARADISE LOST. Boole IV,: Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth Now rowling, boils in his tumultuous breaft, And like a deviliih engine back recoils Upon himfelf : horror and doubt diftrad His troubled thoughts ; and from the bottom flir The hell within him, (for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell 2C One flep no more than from himfelf can fly By change of place :) now confcience wakes defpair That flumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what mull be 25 Worfe ; of worfe deeds worfe fufferings mull enfue. Sometimes tow'rds Eden, which now in his view Lay pleafant, his griev'd look he fixes fad, Sometimes tow'rds heav'n and the full blazing fun, Which now fat high in his meridian tow'r : - 3© Then much revolving, thus in fighs began. 0 thou that with furpafling glory crown'd, Look'ft from thy foie dominion like the God Of this new world ; at whofe fight all the liars Hide their diminifh'd heads ; to thee I call, 35 But with no friendly voice, and add thy name 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what Rate I fell, how glorious once above thy fphere ; Till pride and worfe ambition threw me down, 40 Warring in heav'n againft heav'n's matchlefs King. Ah wherefore he deferv'd no fuch return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his fervice hard. 45 What could be lefs than to afford him praife, The eafieft recompenfe, and pay him thanks ; How due ! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, IS And
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